The birds may sing their presence, the squirrels may chatter, and my breath may blow steadily across this landscape, but all of these songs and motions bespeak a profound silence, a deep collecting of all time where the songs, the words, and the breath hold still, cupped gently in the hands of God. This is... Continue Reading →

Notes from the Porkies 2

“The shallow-minded modern who has lost his rootage in the land assumes that he has already discovered what is important; it is such who prate of empires, political or economic, that will last a thousand years. It is only the scholar who appreciates that all history consists of successive excursions from a single starting point,... Continue Reading →

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